Two Realms: Don't call me evil!

Outside Dali City, a huge military camp surrounded Dali City, stretching for who knows how many miles.

In a tent behind the army formation, Su Jie was sitting cross-legged and drinking tea.

In the tent where he was, people were constantly coming and going, reporting on their work.

"Master, the 30,000 troops led by Zuo Min were wiped out in Ding'an City. There are no more living forces around Dali City. Tens of thousands of monks are ready to attack at any time."

"The western army has also surrounded us, and they are invincible wherever they go. The rebel army of the Dali Dynasty has been defeated one after another, and many have surrendered."

"The Eastern Army has also arrived at Dali City under the leadership of Lord Han. They are now well-trained and their morale is high."

"There is no movement in Dali City. No trace of the Dali royal family has been found. It seems that they have no intention of fleeing to the north."

Pieces of war news from the front line were transmitted here via radio, and then reported to Su Jie by the three leading generals of the army, Zhang Junwei, Qiu Laodao and Tang Peiqing. The huge sand table in the center of the room was also constantly adjusted.

From a global perspective, the Dali Dynasty was already surrounded by enemies on all sides, with more than three quarters of its territory falling into the hands of the Guiling Palace. Only the north and Dali City had not yet been controlled by the Guiling Palace.

And now, the three armies of Guiling Palace have gathered together under Dali City, surrounding Dali City tightly, and have already captured this royal capital in a jar.

"Master, those princes, relatives, and nobles have come to petition again. They expressed their willingness to be loyal to Guiling Palace and help guide Guiling Palace's dynastic hegemony. For this, they are willing to offer a total of 1 billion spirit stones to show their sincerity."

At this time, a cultivator came in to report the situation. As Guiling Palace surrounded Dali City, the princes and nobles in Dali City panicked.

"Let them go."

Su Jie waved his hand contemptuously. The fate of these princes and nobles had already been determined.

Such scum actually wants to be credited with following the dragon. You must know that these princes and nobles have an unshirkable responsibility for the present status of the Dali Dynasty.

Su Jie didn't care about how much money they could embezzle, so how could he let them enter his dynasty system and cause trouble for themselves?

"Yes!"

The monk retreated. In the hall, Su Jie stood up in front of the sand table and smiled at a beautiful figure standing in the corner, "Your Highness, your royal relatives have sent all their flattery to me, and you don't have anything to say."

As soon as he finished speaking, a graceful figure walked out from the darkness. It was Wei Yushuang who was temporarily under house arrest by Su Jie.

"I don't have much to say. I'm not surprised at all that they would do this. Being afraid of death is their true nature."

Wei Yushuang's expression was cold, but her slightly clenched fists showed that she was far from being as open-minded as she thought.

His father once tried to get these princes and nobles to donate money for military pay, but these powerful officials and nobles were unwilling to donate a penny and cried out in poverty. The few million spirit stones they could barely scrape together were simply a drop in the bucket and not even a fraction of the wealth of these powerful and wealthy people.

Now that Guiling Palace has arrived, before anything has happened, these princes and nobles have voluntarily offered a billion spirit stones of wealth. The contrast is simply too exaggerated.

As the eldest princess, how could Wei Yushuang remain indifferent to such an act that went against the Tiangang?

"As expected of the eldest princess, her bearing is extraordinary."

Su Jie chuckled. Wei Yushuang almost broke down when she heard such sarcastic words.

"Come to think of it, your father and his men did surprise me a little. I thought your royal family would choose to flee in large numbers."

Su Jie changed the subject and talked about Wei Sheng.

"Don't compare my father with those bastards. He would never abandon his country. The emperor guards the country and the king dies for the country. This is the ancestral precept of Emperor Taizu Tianwu. There are no emperors of our Wei family who are afraid of death. Even practicing the secret art of rebirth is not allowed, let alone abandoning the country and fleeing in the face of national crisis."

Wei Yushuang gritted her teeth. She was the only Purple Mansion left in the Dali royal family.

Because Emperor Tianwu was a man of great character and was born as the lowest-ranking pot-maker in the Jiuxiao Holy Land, he never bowed his head even in front of the Jiuxiao Holy Land.

After Emperor Tianwu founded the Dali Dynasty, rules were set for the royal family of Dali, prohibiting them from practicing the secret art of living tombs, a method of prolonging life that involves burying oneself in the ground and making oneself look like neither human nor ghost.

This kind of lingering behavior was most despised by Emperor Tianwu. Emperor Tianwu's attitude and ancestral teachings also influenced the Wei royal family in later generations.

"You want to use the army to put pressure on our royal family to surrender voluntarily, but forget it. It's impossible."

Wei Yushuang said bitterly that in the past few days, the tent where Su Jie was located had become the gathering center for all battlefield intelligence, and Wei Yushuang was under house arrest by Su Jie, and he did not hide anything he did from Wei Yushuang.

Therefore, Wei Yushuang knew clearly how seriously the situation outside had deteriorated. It was no exaggeration to say that the Dali Dynasty had entered the countdown to its death.

The life and death of this dynasty depends entirely on the thoughts of the man in front of him.

"This is rare. I respect him as a man, so I will help him fulfill this ancestral precept."

Su Jie's face straightened. Emperor Tianwu had raised the banner of resistance against the Jiuxiao Holy Land and saved the Cang Gu Continent from the nursery of the Jiuxiao Holy Land. The Ten Thousand Dragon Pearls he left behind after his death were also protecting this continent. Only Emperor Tianwu could say such words, and he had been practicing these words all his life.

Therefore, Su Jie's face was solemn, and he said to Zhang Junwei and others present: "Pass my order, at dawn at 11:00 a.m., the army will enter the city, and the battle will determine the fate of the world, and the sun and moon will be changed into a new sky."

In an instant, Zhang Junwei, Qiu Laodao and Tang Peiqing were greatly cheered up, their faces flushed and they were extremely excited.

In contrast, Wei Yushuang's face was extremely pale.

"Long live the Sect Master, we will make arrangements now."

Zhang Junwei and the other two left the tent to arrange the deployment of troops, leaving only Su Jie and Wei Yushuang.

At this moment, Wei Yushuang felt weak all over, and a deep feeling of despair enveloped her heart.

She had known that this day would come, but when it finally came, she still felt a knot in her stomach and a heart-wrenching pain.

With the strength of Guiling Palace, Dali City at this time was like a castle built of sand, which could not withstand the invasion of the Guiling Palace's fierce army.

"Go back and see your father for the last time. If you are too late, you won't be able to see him again."

Su Jie waved his hand. As the man was about to die, Su Jie was not so cruel and mean. He had to let the father and daughter see each other for the last time, even though it was his doing that the father ended up in such a situation.

"You need to let me go."

Wei Yushuang was stunned and couldn't believe it.

Su Jie opened the curtain and walked out of the tent. He put his hands behind his back and looked at the dawn in the distance where the white line of the fish was about to appear. His eyes were as hot as fire, revealing a strong confidence. He said in an extremely domineering manner: "What kind of storm can you stir up? I can suppress it with just one hand. Not to mention that you are a Purple Mansion cultivator, even the Great Emperor Dongxu can't stop me."

Wei Yushuang looked at Su Jie's broad back, which was like an insurmountable ancient sacred mountain that was trying to rival the sky in height. It made people feel uneasy and it was difficult for them to develop any resistance or hostility.

Su Jie turned his head. Wei Yushuang felt that Su Jie's eyes were terrifyingly sharp at this moment, like a ray of sword light that cut through the deepest black abyss. She subconsciously avoided Su Jie's sight.

Su Jie looked at Wei Yushuang's pretty face and said lightly: "If you don't want to leave, stay here and come with me into the city at dawn. But I advise you to go back. People will do anything when they are crazy. Don't let you be the only one left in your Wei royal family." Wei Yushuang was stunned, and immediately thought of something, and his face changed abruptly.

He didn't dare to delay any longer and stood up and flew into the sky.

When Wei Yushuang reached a high altitude, he saw an incredibly magnificent scene on the ground beneath his feet.

One hundred thousand monks came out of the tents like a tide, checked their magic weapons, elixirs and talismans, and formed huge attack teams under the organization of the elders.

In front of the position, a row of Spider main battle mechas were unveiling their dewy canvases, revealing their huge metal fuselages. The roars gradually rose and spread throughout the area.

The flying magic boats that were like suspended mountains and floating in the air were also started, the war drums sounded, the grand flags of Guiling Palace fluttered like waves in the strong wind, and a murderous atmosphere filled the air.

There is also a Thirty-Three-Layered Palace, which is even larger than the Dali Imperial Palace. It is absorbing spiritual power at an altitude of ten thousand meters, turning the sea of ​​clouds into a huge funnel-shaped sea eye, storing abundant spiritual power in preparation for a possible attack on the mountain protection formation.

There were several extremely dangerous auras looming in the army formation. Wei Yushuang guessed that they might be Su Jie's Thousand-Handed Centipede and the Wedding Dress Ghost.

When passing through this boundless and vast military formation, Wei Yushuang felt like a small fish swimming in the ocean, which might be killed by the strong winds and huge waves at any time.

When Wei Yushuang flew out of the army formation, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and hurried towards the Dali Imperial City.

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March 43th, the rd year of Yongren.

In the early morning, the sky was slightly white. The eunuch Cao Mingrui was frightened by the attacking army of Guiling Palace. He fled before the battle. He secretly opened the gate of Yaowu Gate, dismantled all the formations guarding this area, and led a group of soldiers and eunuchs of all sizes to kneel on both sides of the road to surrender to Guiling Palace.

At this point, the defense line of Dali City was broken, and the army of monks from Guiling Palace took advantage of the situation to charge into Dali City and fight with a small number of diehard troops loyal to the Dali Dynasty. The war continued to spread towards the Dali Imperial City.

After 1285 years of glorious history, the Dali Dynasty is now being sounded the death knell of the empire by the evil Guiling Palace from the south.

The person who struck the bell had a surname of Su and a given name of Jie!!!
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Dali Palace!

Emperor Yongren Wei Sheng brought his trusted eunuch Wang Pei'an to the highest point of the Dali Imperial City, Zihuang Mountain, and looked out to see the entire Dali City ablaze.

Under Wei Sheng's gray hair, his eyes were filled with deep fatigue, yet mixed with a hint of relief.

During the days when Dali City was surrounded, he had not slept a single night. Anger, hatred, guilt, pain and other emotions kept lingering in his heart. He knew that the Dali Dynasty would be destroyed in his hands, and the days waiting for death were tormenting.

Now that death has finally arrived, his tense heart actually felt a little relaxed, as the day had finally come to an end.

Wei Sheng understood that he was about to face the final end of his life.

"How many hours will it take for the enemy army to reach here?"

Wei Sheng asked, his voice as hoarse as sawing wood.

Wang Pei'an has reached the seventh level of Daotai cultivation and grew up with Wei Sheng. He is the chief eunuch in the imperial palace and the most trusted one. On the last journey of his life, Wang Pei'an is the only one who still follows Wei Sheng.

"Your Majesty, there is still about half an hour left. The Guiling Palace bandits are ransacking the city and exterminating families, so their advance has slowed down."

Wang Pei'an sensed everything in the city with his spiritual sense and gave his own judgment.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Wei Sheng laughed wildly towards the sky, as if he vaguely heard the painful howls of countless royals, princes, relatives, nobles, wealthy businessmen, and powerful people in the city when they were tortured. This made him happy.

I wonder if those officials and dignitaries who had refused to donate a penny when he was trying to raise funds with all their might will be able to use their words to deal with the swords and spears of the Guiling Palace.

"I am not the king who has ruined the country, but my subjects are all the subjects of the country. Therefore, everything I do is a sign of the country's ruin. Our ancestors have worked hard to build the world, but now they have lost it in one day. After I die, Pei An, you will take off my crown and let your hair down. I will not be able to see Taizu."

Wang Pei'an nodded with tears in his eyes, and silently followed Wei Sheng's footsteps back to the palace.

The palace was already in chaos. Maids were running out with all kinds of bags, and there were no guards left. The only loyal ministers and righteous men were sent to fight against Guiling Palace.

After returning to the harem, Wei Sheng first found Empress Xiao, Wei Yushuang's mother, and gave her a cup of poisoned wine.

Empress Xiao smiled bitterly: "I have followed Your Majesty for decades, but Your Majesty never listened to me. Today, we will die together for the country, so what is there to regret?"

Wei Sheng was speechless, staggered, and fled away in shame.

Behind him, Empress Xiao's faint voice was heard.

"Your Majesty, I am afraid that my body will be defiled by the thieves. I am willing to die for my country. I hope Your Majesty will let those children go."

Wei Sheng covered his ears and was unaware that he fell several times on the road.

With red eyes, he pulled out the magic sword from Wang Pei'an's waist and ran to the residence of his son and daughter.

These people, some of whom were already adults and some of whom were still babbling, gathered together because of the chaos in the city.

Princess Ankang, the oldest person present, seemed to have understood something and said in fear, "Father, no, I don't want to die."

Wei Sheng walked forward in despair, his knuckles turning white as he grasped the magic sword. He said, "Why were you born in my family? Now that the city has been breached, you are descendants of the royal family and cannot be desecrated by those thieves."

After saying that, he swung his sword and cut. Princess Ankang subconsciously raised her arm, and her arm was immediately cut off. Blood gushed out and she rolled over in pain.

Even among the royal children, not everyone has the qualifications to practice cultivation, not to mention that there is Wang Pei'an, a master from the palace, at their side, so resistance is simply impossible.

Upon seeing this, all the princes and princesses turned pale and retreated in fear.

Only the innocent six-year-old Princess Zhaolan rushed over, hugged Wei Sheng's thighs and cried, "Daddy, please don't chop me, I'm bleeding so much."

Wei Sheng closed his eyes in pain, and when he opened them again a few seconds later, he raised his sword and slashed at Princess Zhaolan's neck.

"Daddy, please don't. This will hurt."

Princess Zhaolan was so frightened that she burst into tears, but the magic sword continued to fall without stopping.

Just as Princess Zhaolan's neck was about to be cut off, a palm wind came from outside the house, causing the magic sword to deflect, and at the same time a voice was heard.

"Father, stop!"

(End of this chapter)